The breaths of kissing night and day
Were mingled in the eastern Heaven:
Throbbing with unheard melody
Shook Lyra all its star-chord seven:
When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy
And dawn’s gray eyes were troubled gray;
And souls went palely up the sky
And mine to Lucidé

There was no change in her sweet eyes
Since last I saw those sweet eyes shine;
There was no change in her deep heart
Since last that deep heart knockеd at mine
Her eyеs were clear, her eyes were Hope’s
Wherein did ever come and go
The sparkle of the fountain-drops
From her sweet soul below

The chambers in the house of dreams
Are fed with so divine an air
That Time’s hoar wings grow young therein
And they who walk there are most fair
I joyed for me, I joyed for her
Who with the Past meet girt about:
Where our last kiss still warms the air
Nor can her eyes go out